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itscurtains2020-07-11 11:52 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2020-07-11 11:52 am
first trial
[Within a few minutes of the performers is finishing their investigations, the lights in every room flicker on and off several times. For those in or close to the lobby, they hear a faint rumbling. The gilded doors across from the heavy wooden front doors (which have always been there, the showrunners may have gotten to indicate them on the map) have opened.
Your intermission is ending. The show is about to begin.
The space behind them is lit; you're free to enter. It's a very short hallway, decorated in the same way as the lobby with the light walls and red carpet. There is one more set of doors to pass through and then you're all, finally, in the House. There's one grand chandelier above, glittering crystal, and the seats around you are made of fine, if dust-caked, red velvet. Those don't seem to be for you though - all the way down in front of the stage, where the orchestra might sit, there's a circle of wooden podiums. They're arranged so that everyone can face each other and are fixed into place. Each one bears a metal plaque with a cast member's name engraved on it. There's also a metal panel on top, with twenty ivory buttons paired to everyone's name.
Among these, only Jonny's podium is different - that one is draped in black crepe, with a larger grey-scale version of his headshot from the playbill framed and sitting at on top like a funerary portrait. Standing where he might have stood, a bare light bulb glows faintly atop a metal pole.
Right here, you're very close to the stage. But the curtain is closed, and it's a little too high to easily clamber up. You may not want to try. You've got more important business right now, after all.
As everyone is finding their places, the Phantom's voice suddenly sounds loud and clear throughout the space. If anyone is to look up, however, they'll see the dark suited figure of him and the whiteness of his mask peering over the edge of box 5.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Jonny D'Ville. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.
Your intermission is ending. The show is about to begin.
The space behind them is lit; you're free to enter. It's a very short hallway, decorated in the same way as the lobby with the light walls and red carpet. There is one more set of doors to pass through and then you're all, finally, in the House. There's one grand chandelier above, glittering crystal, and the seats around you are made of fine, if dust-caked, red velvet. Those don't seem to be for you though - all the way down in front of the stage, where the orchestra might sit, there's a circle of wooden podiums. They're arranged so that everyone can face each other and are fixed into place. Each one bears a metal plaque with a cast member's name engraved on it. There's also a metal panel on top, with twenty ivory buttons paired to everyone's name.
Among these, only Jonny's podium is different - that one is draped in black crepe, with a larger grey-scale version of his headshot from the playbill framed and sitting at on top like a funerary portrait. Standing where he might have stood, a bare light bulb glows faintly atop a metal pole.
Right here, you're very close to the stage. But the curtain is closed, and it's a little too high to easily clamber up. You may not want to try. You've got more important business right now, after all.
As everyone is finding their places, the Phantom's voice suddenly sounds loud and clear throughout the space. If anyone is to look up, however, they'll see the dark suited figure of him and the whiteness of his mask peering over the edge of box 5.]
You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Jonny D'Ville. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.
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[This is fine, this is definitely something productive to focus on and not a distraction from his utter failure so far today.]
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There was also a knife missing from the kitchen. So... either they got rid of it or... maybe they still have it, it's hard to say. But there was no sign of it in the kitchen.
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I have it. It was in Jonny's room, Santana found it. Under the pillow, I think...?
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[Just gonna... look at Christine. He'd go check on her but he did have to grab the body off of her so he probably still has some blood on him.]
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And... who knows what's going to happen. He's looking about pretty warily.]
What becomes of the culprit, when we determine who has done this? [He glances over the podiums, at the faces gathering. One of them did a murder. That's fun.]
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After she's taken a minute to try and steady herself, she takes out a medium-sized cloth bag.]
When I first stepped outside and saw the...bloodstains, I know Red and I went one way and Riley and Christine went the other. The bloodstains Red and I followed went to the costume room. I went back there to look after the body was found.
There was a pretty big area where it looked like someone had tried to clean up a bigger bloodstain, and I think these clothes are what they used to do it. There's a puffy shirt and a couple of other things in here.
[If anyone wants to look, she'll gladly pass them over, but she is not inclined to take them out of the bag herself. Not without a way to wash her hands.]
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Oh, the dress! Someone was trying to wash a, uh. A white dress? Well, I'm pretty sure it was white. It's not. It's kinda pink now.
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She hears the Phantom's voice and searches around frantically, but when she spots him watching from above... oh. She actually glares at him. She actually looks furious...]
I don't see why I have to be here. I don't want to find out who killed... who did what they did. Can't we just move on?
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We will make it quick. Then you can rest.
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[She's only recently back on her feet from hearing the rest of the terms of this "game". She's shaking herself.]
But I'm scared... scared of what happens to us if we don't play along. I don't... I don't want to see anyone else get hurt.
Whether we do or we don't... someone's going to...
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rip didn't see this earlier...
There was A LOT going on
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We should start by laying out the findings of the investigation.
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Angus stands with his hands gripping either side of his podium, standing straight as if addressing a crowd of many.]
Jonny was killed with a single stab in the chest. The culprit must have aimed for his heart, but I found that he is a cyborg - he has a metal heart. Either way, it was enough to kill him. I couldn't find any sign that he was dragged or fought back, save for some healed cuts on his knuckles.
There was also this in his pocket. [He places a ring on his podium.]
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Did he have a condition that needed one or something?
[ Prob not important but it's where her brain goes okay. ]
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[Yes this is his priority]
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If the knife that Santana found was clean, is it possible that there is another knife in play? One that could still be on the killer's person?
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THE HERDING OF CATS
[Angus knocks on his podium three times, waits for a moment, then knocks on it again. When he gets everyone's attention, he speaks:]
As we have discussed, there are plenty of ways this could have happened, but we should review the evidence. Jonny was likely killed in the costume room by a single knife wound. As a cyborg, he had healing abilities as evidenced by the wounds on his knuckles, but they were not enough to save him.
His body was moved but not dragged a considerable distance to Room 20, which means that someone was strong enough to carry him or Jonny thought he would be fine and attempted to return to his room. He died leaning against the door.
There was a knife hidden under his pillow and his room was ransacked with his key in his door. Whether Jonny used that knife or his killer did, we still haven't figured out.
The dress and shirt were used to clean up the blood, though the dress was not worn. They may have been used by the killer to protect their clothing if they carried Jonny to the closet.
There is one question I have left: what do you make of the ring found in his pocket?
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pocket check?
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Re: pocket check?
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A MINOR CATHERD
Can we all just stop talking about each other's exes and who kidnapped who and all of that? In case we've all forgotten, someone's dead and we're all going to be dead if we can't get back on track and solve this thing!
So if we can please just get back on track.
[A curtsy.]
Thank you.
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[Thing were getting........heated.]
Shall we start with describing our suspect and what to check for?
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Ahem.
[Sigyn takes a shaky breath.]
Who knows how long
I've been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don't sleep
They keep calling me
Beckoning, beckoning
Who knows what's right?
The lines keep getting thinner
My age has never made me wise
But I keep pushing on and on and on and on
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There's nothing left to say, now.
[Oh god, he hates all of this. But he can't- he can't stop his support of her, even if that's just supporting her in the song
as backup vocalsBut he'll also. Take her hand and squeeze it.]
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VOTING
[Up in his box, the Phantom stands and claps his hands together for attention, before gesturing as if indicating a podium array.]
You know what you must do now. Cast your votes.
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[Jabs a finger at him.]
We are not playing into your hands!
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MINOR CATHERD
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EXECUTION: END OF THE LINE
The curtains are open on the stage now, bathed in darkness except for a single spotlight illuminating Sigyn in the middle. Above her a catwalk slowly lowers into view, the Phantom strolling into view as a melody begins, the soft and distant sounds of a rumbling train whistle creeping at the edges, and he begins to sing:]
Welcome, my friends
To our trial drawing swiftly to its end
Fighting to see
If you’ll vote or if you’ll die to set her free
Come along with me
As we cut a bloody swathe across the sky
Soon she’ll be
Riding wheels of new tomorrow nigh
[On the stage Sigyn is tense, looking from stage left to stage right, as the sound of a train whistle cuts through the music and a near blinding light cuts across stage left and seems to be heading at a rapid pace straight for Sigyn. Her eyes go wide and she turns to run in the opposite direction.]
Mile after mile
From the stars to the place
Where the void sings
You’ll answer its call
[When she’s nearly to the wings the train light goes out and immediately comes back on stage left. The surprise sends Sigyn reeling back, throwing her hands in front of her face and her eyes squeezed shut in preparation for the impact-
A shadow-shrouded hand grabs her arm and yanks her out of the way, the spotlight following them as the dark “train” passes harmlessly by. The one who’d dragged Sigyn away from her fate is...difficult to describe. They seem to be made of shadows, no discernable features even under the light except for long, straight red hair.]
Now you're on track
You must push forward, there's no turning back
This performance is new
This destiny will drive you straight and true
Come along with me
As we travel to a future shining bright
Soon you’ll be free
To stride out into that perfected night
[Sigyn’s expression changes, somewhere between pained and yearning, as the figure takes her hands and sweeps her into a waltz. They take nine steps together, in perfect, romantic sync-
“Loki” spins Sigyn out toward the back of the stage. The spotlight follows her as her back hits an upright silver altar. Metal cuffs wrap around her wrists to pin her in place but that doesn’t matter. What matters is the arcane glyphs and blood channels and gears and sigils that line the altar, lighting up blood red the moment Sigyn touches the silver. Underneath the song there’s a steady hum like a far off chant.]
Mile after mile
From the stars to the place
Where the void sings
You’ll answer its call
[CONTENT WARNING: Needle use]
[“Loki” comes close, touching a delicate, shadowy hand to Sigyn’s cheek...before reaching back and pulling off the red wig and the shadowy cowl, revealing the face of Jonny D’Ville. He grins as her expression changes to absolute fury. The needle he jabs straight into her heart cuts off any sound she could make and Sigyn’s body jerks then slumps forward, limp in the wrist restraints. The spotlight on her dims, leaving only the bright red lights of the glyphs and sigils that very slowly fade.]
[CONTENT WARNING ENDS]
[The only light remains on the Phantom, high above the scene. He stands tall and confident, looking down at the scene for a moment, before flicking a hand dismissively at the rest of the cast. The lights onstage go out, and the curtains swish shut.
You’re all free to go.]
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There are some alchemical reactions that require... quite a bit of sacrifice.
That's what this is, now. He watches in helpless desperation, his own heart aching as she's...
Well.
His grip on Ariel tightens harshly before he seems to realize what he's done, looking down at their hands before quickly letting go and turning away]
Fuck this shit, I'm out.
[It's a broken, bitter lyric- but it's all he can express right now as he heads the fuck out of here.]
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